Chapter 227: Imagination

This is an unreliable third question, and of course Grace wants to overturn it. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lฤ

Because in the past two days, the relationship between her and her best friend has been seriously cracked through this exam.

The reason is that her best friend was unsuccessful, but she was admitted to the ......

It would be nice to say if both of them failed, but now it is Grace, the escort, who has entered the acting class that her best friend has been looking forward to.

It is conceivable that after the girlfriend heard the news, her complicated mood at that moment.

Then it was obvious that Grace felt the alienation of her best friend, and the jealousy between her words.

Several gatherings between the two ended up in trouble due to problems between words and emotions.

This hurt Grace, who had always been nervous.

So, in the past few days, Grace has been thinking about repairing the relationship between the two.

And helping a friend enter the acting class is the only way she can think of for the time being.

In her mind, her best friend is more beautiful than her, her figure is better than her, and she has done more preparation before the exam.

Then, if you want your girlfriend's grades to be high, wouldn't it be nice to remove the third question!

Only when the grades have changed, can she find a way to get her best friends in the name of injustice.

Of course.

Even if the third question is removed, since the enrollment work has been completed, it is very likely that Golden Harvest Company will not change the enrollment candidates.

But if you don't give it a try, how can you know if it will work?

What if it does!

So at this moment, Grace looked at Yang Qiu in front of her with a hint of determination and half a bit of apprehension.

It's all about success or failure!

"Okay, I'm sure everyone has questions about the third question, so let me ask you a question, what do you think is the main job of an actor?" Yang Qiu looked left and right, stretched out his hands and asked.

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There was a whisper in front of them, and the eight new students who had just entered the training class were all entangled and silent thinking about this seemingly 'simple' question.

"Can anyone answer?" Yang Qiu asked as he looked at the silent crowd and raised their hands.

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Everyone looked left and right in a complicated way, but still no one was willing to stand up.

Yang Qiu smiled softly and looked at everyone: "Then if everyone is not willing to take the initiative to answer, I only have a few people...... Well, Xi, Xi Chongjian, right, you answer. โ€

"Huh?!"

Feeling that his mind was not yet familiar, Xi Chongjian was stunned for a moment, raised his head to look at Yang Qiu, pointed at himself, and said, "Me?"

"Yes, that's you. Yang Qiu nodded, and said with a smile: "You can answer according to your own understanding, it doesn't matter if you answer wrong, I won't scold." โ€

"Forehead ......"

Xi Chongjian suddenly felt goose feathers sweat in his head, and quietly glanced at Lao Qiao next to him, thinking of sending a look for help, but found that the wood didn't even look at him, and he was so angry that he scolded in his heart.

This old Joe is really not righteous enough!

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Secretly glanced left and right again, and saw that the people around him were looking at him directly, Xi Chongjian's heart hardened, so he raised his head and stalked his neck and said: "The main job of an actor is not to perform in front of the camera or on the stage." โ€

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As soon as this answer came out, there was some silence at the scene.

Xi Chongjian looked at the strange-looking classmates on both sides, and shrunk his neck subconsciously, a little annoyed if the answer just now was a little superficial.

But......

Xi Chongjian's answer is indeed very standard. Yang Qiu suddenly nodded in agreement, but before Xi Chongjian's pride came up, he saw Yang Qiu change his tone and asked, "But, do you know how to perform? โ€

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There was silence again, and this time there was no one to whisper.

Yang Qiu nodded with a little satisfaction, and waited for about ten seconds before continuing to talk eloquently: "I think the main job of an actor is to experience a role, and then show him. โ€

"Attention, it's experience, and it's performance, not performance. โ€

"Our current script is as little as 100 words and as much as 30,000 or 40,000 words. We don't care about it for the time being, anyway, we Golden Harvest don't allow such a director to appear. But what about those 30,000 or 40,000 words?"

"Thirty or forty thousand words seems like a lot, but when you put it on the role you play, in addition to the lines, it is often some simple action descriptions, such as 'he got up', 'he left', 'he laughed' or 'he died', as well as character descriptions, such as 'a young man who looks pleasant and smokes very fiercely', it's over, may I ask, how do you perform such a description?"

"The information that is generally given to you in the script is simply not enough for you to create a complete character. โ€

"Maybe you will say that the director will teach when filming. โ€

"If you have such thoughts, leave me quickly, you are not only wasting your time, the director's time, but also my time. โ€

"And, of course, my money. โ€

"And it's the director acting, not you. โ€

"Now many actors are performing, and there is a feeling of fake emptiness, and this is the reason. โ€

"So after you get the script, you have to rely on yourself to supplement and deepen the role you play, carry out a reasonable recreation, and gradually make the role more perfect. โ€

"And in this process, the experience is very important, and only when you have a similar feeling and process yourself, can you better integrate into the role. โ€

"However, not all characters are something you can experience. โ€

"For example, if I want to make a "Legend of the Swordsman of Shushan" now, do you want to let you all go to Shushan to cultivate immortals once?!"

Poofโ€”โ€”!

Zhang Bingqian in the crowd couldn't help but chuckle, saw Yang Qiu's gaze and looked over, and immediately put away her smile and listened carefully.

It's just an astringent blush on his face, but he can't take it back.

Yang Qiu's heart was not shocked, and continued to look at the crowd: "So in this re-creation process, experience is important, and imagination is equally important. โ€

"Imagination can help you shape characters, it can help you refine the story, and it can even lead you to experience characters that you can't experience in reality. โ€

"Teacher!" Zeng Yi in the crowd suddenly raised his hand and asked in a loud voice, "Is your third question a test of imagination?"

Yang Qiu nodded, and responded as a matter of course: "That's true, but another reason why I prefer this question is that it can test and release an actor's nature - imagination by the way." โ€

"Nature, do you mean ......" Zeng Yi muttered half a sentence, and then asked: "Only imaginative people can be a good actor?"

"Yes. โ€

"And what if the actor lacks imagination?"

"Then cultivate slowly, or ......" Yang Qiu turned his head to look at Grace who looked thoughtful, and paused slightly: "Or leave the stage directly, otherwise this actor will always be just a pawn of the director." โ€

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Grace was frightened by Yang Qiu's second half of the sentence, and she didn't think about the third question at this time, so she hurriedly raised her hand and said, "Then teacher, is imagination easy to cultivate?"

She asked this sentence for her best friend.

"It depends on what kind of imagination you have. Yang Qiu spread his hands, suddenly pointed to the ceiling and said: "The best is active imagination, that is, the kind of imagination that is constantly imagining at any time." โ€

Yang Qiu casually cited two more examples.

"For example, if I'm standing here and I see the ceiling, and I suddenly think of an earthquake, and the ceiling falls down, how am I going to perform? Lie down or lie down, or just run out?"

"Or look at Qiao Hong, and I think about whether he is a killer, or is he a patient with facial neuritis? How should I greet him later, or should I just turn around and run away?"

"Puff โ€”โ€”!"

This joke swept away the dullness just now, and everyone looked at Qiao Hong and laughed, which made this big brother with facial paralysis, finally embarrassed.

Yang Qiu also smiled twice with the corners of his mouth curled, and after everyone was a little quieter, he continued: "As for the slightly inferior one, I call it passive imagination, which is the imagination that can only be awakened if others give you hints, for example, our third question, I won't say more." โ€

"As for the next and most tricky thing, it's the kind of person who you give him a hint but doesn't respond, this kind of person basically has no hope of being an actor. โ€

"It is impossible to succeed unless you do a lot of hard work. โ€

Except, of course, the vases that have been stirred up by the Monopoly. โ€

"So, ladies and gentlemen, do you still have any objections to my third question?"

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The atmosphere was silent, and everyone looked at Yang Qiu with admiration, still digesting what he had just said in their minds.

Bang Bang โ€“

Yang Qiu suddenly clapped his hands twice, and saw that everyone's thoughts were pulled out of the atmosphere just now, so he chuckled and said: "Okay, this is the content after the official start of the class, I didn't think about it and I'll tell you now, students, we still have today's class here, and the next words are to let your homeroom teacher Cheng Dao say, everyone is welcome." โ€

Bang Bang Bang โ€”โ€”!

Applause erupted.